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that did not penetrate the giant’s head was the
feathers. The poison immediately dropped the massive soldier to the ground.
Within a few moments, he lay completely still bereft of life.
    Lord
Dükker smiled savagely at his handiwork and looked about him to make sure that
he was alone in the desolate plain. He could see no one around him, so he
decided to leave so that he could return in time for the assault on the elves.
He looked forward to this momentous occasion. He had longed to teach his lesser
brethren the true meaning of power. He would make them suffer horrific deaths
and take their place as the dominant race of Tuwa. The high elves would replace
the elves just like the elves replaced the Eldar in days of old. He knew that
the circumstances were drastically different but the principle was the same.
When the dominant nation fell, then a more powerful one took its place. The
only difference, in his mind, was that they were forcing the elven race down from
their throne.
     
    As
Dükker began to make his way back to the border where his faithful spiders were
busy setting traps, an unseen giant moved for the first time since the
appearance of the wicked high elf. He had sat in stony silence watching the
horrific events unfold before his eyes. He had been sent by the chief to make
sure that if something should happen to the others that he would at least be
able to report back what happened. He wondered if the little warlock guessed
right or if he knew that the giants were susceptible to mind control. Only the
great guardian knew of this weakness, and he would never share that information
with anyone else. The enormous creature sat stalk still until the little
villain was well out of sight and ear shot. After he could no longer see
Aellenas, he stood up and stared at the remains of his poor fellow tribesmen.
They had all been good friends and had been relatively young. He turned about
slowly and headed toward his home to report what happened to Chief Angus.
    As
he set his sights on home, he began to run at such a vigorous pace that he
crossed the many miles from their campsite to his destination within minutes. He
struggled to push out the dark images of death and destruction brought on by
that little elf. The very thought made him so angry that he began smashing
objects that he passed by. The giant continued his fervent pace until one of
the sentries of the Wolf tribe caught sight of him.
    “Galen!”
shouted the sentry. “Galen!”  The guard was trying to get the attention of the
fast-approaching giant.
    “Get
Chief Angus; must speak to him right away,” said Galen as he panted for breath.
His prolonged sprint had winded him terribly, and his lungs were burning from
the effort.
    “I
will get him at once. Take a seat and catch your breath, Galen,” said the
sentry soothingly. As soon as his massive friend had taken his seat, the guard
had turned about and began to make his way into the camp.
    As
the guard ran toward the central tent in the camp, two unbelievably huge giants
stepped into his path, blocking the entrance to the chief’s tent. They pushed
him backwards gruffly and stared down at him imperiously. The sentry had
forgotten that he was supposed to give a secret password to gain entry to the
chief’s residence. His brain was racing so fast that he was having difficulty
remembering what the word was. The entry guards began to laugh and point at his
apparent dilemma. They were going to be no help to him, so he had to think of
the secret word, and he must do it quickly. These idiots have no idea the
urgency of my visit!
    “You
still can’t think of the password?” asked one of the chief’s guards, laughing
raucously.
    “Look
at him; his little brain is trying so hard to remember what it is,” said the
other guard while pointing at sentry. He was laughing so hard that the ground
shook slightly around them.
    “What
is the meaning of this?” boomed a voice from behind the two pillar-like guards.
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